, but instead of comfort it reminded her of all she had lost. While other wolves celebrated b

he hate inside her was not a fleeting flame anymore; it had grown roots, strong and unyielding, twisti

be cultivated, planned, nurtured like a see

began to

ld warriors cast aside after battles, their loyalty repaid with scars and solitude. Others were young wolves, their futures ruined because their fa

trees. "And neither should you. We deserve to take back what was stolen.

h doubt, others with fire. And slowly, like

. Each time she thought of destroying him, a part of her recoiled-yet she pressed on, determined to silence that weaknesse. Luna moved like a shadow through the undergrowth, her breaths shallow, her senses sharp

their weaknesses, she could plan the strike that

hat echoed through the trees. Then the growls-low, guttural, bestia

they

ght. Their movements were brutal yet disciplined, each swing of their blades drilled to perfection. She recognized

in every detail: the way they rotated their watches, the weapons stacked by

is partner across the jaw. "The Alpha de

prickle. Damian. Even here, his presence weighed hea

ove, one snapped branch, and she would be discovered. And if Damian's gu

etched every weakness into her memory, burn

th

one. It tumbled down the slop